“The Lord Mayor is a c**t”
Painted in 5 foot high white gloss letters in the small hours on the driveway at school.All dried by the morning when he came to visit with all the town worthies,educational establishment and local media in tow.
Puerile I know but they were schoolboys-resulted in expulsions all round.They still had paint on their hands and shoes.
On a farm near a mates house in Co. Tipperary, a farmer had stacked those big circular bales of silage and painted on the ends of them in huge white letters:
A friend works for Hysterical Scotland and tells the tale of the grounds at one of their properties being tended by inmates from the local penal institution. Come spring and the bulbs planted in the grass flowered to read F*** Off in rather large letters visible from the upper floors.
I’m not sure if its still there but on a beautiful white beach on North Uist I saw a huge stainless steel tank – I was told it was for shipping beer – that had came off a ship in a storm and washed up there. It looked like a section of an Apollo moon rocket had crashed there. Written on one side of it was “Kat smells nice”, I’ve always thought that was quite sweet. Make awkward advances to women, not war.
Takisawa, that epitaph is what Spike Milligan, immortal Goon that he was, had put on his headstone. You may be referring to His Spikeness, or someone may have copied it.
There used to be a billboard ad for the Daily Mail when the paper was trying to target women that ran something like: “Gym every week, party every night, Daily Mail every day” and the commonest graffiti was to add: “Tampax every month.”
Pass this on the way to work. Nothing that special about it really but it’s in a delicate area of Belfast and the fact that some onion hasn’t painted over it with sectarian sh*t makes me smile.
Many years ago on Sheffield station a sign proudly proclaimed “25 new Inter-City 125 trains leave for London EVERY DAY” to which some wag had appended “but only 7 get back”